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(firstly, I raise a glass to two-digit numbers!)

And then I shall try to describe Burano:

Burano

Flashback to three years ago, on my solo trip to Venice.  In my head, southern Italy was orange, northern Italy was grey and blue, and the rest of the country was some kind of desaturated sepia.  Verona and Venice weren’t too much of a shock; anticipated narrow alleys, dozens of shades of browns and greys, not too many greens, large-scale buildings and tight corners.

And then a couple of girls I met wanted to go to Murano.  So we got on a boat and went; still nothing mind-blowing when it came to the surprise factor.  And then, by chance, we ended up on the next water taxi stop over: Burano.

A tiny island (or, more accurately, one of the four islands connected by bridges that form an archipelago) , but it might just have more colors on it than the rest of the region put together.  Every house is painted a different color, but they are all equal in vibrancy and support each other perfectly- in that completely random sort of way.  Picturesque pedestrian bridges over little, winding canals.  Carts with lace and bead bracelets.  Gelato scoops as bright as the houses.  After all of the large-scale architecture, the modest sizes made me feel like I was walking through some sort of Alice in Wonderland set.

Interesting fact:  Apparently, the house hues follow some sort of historical pattern.  Thus, when one moves into one of the houses, and one wishes to paint it, one must send a request to the government, who shall then reply with possible color options.  This time, I can’t really say that the Italian government isn’t doing a satisfactory job, as Burano looks lovely : )